Novel & Cerita Mine Oh Mine

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

So if talk about myself then yes I am a future wife of XO-gang leader so my life is little different from other girls, well to whom I am kidding my life is actually hole level different from others girl's. So I am not allow to talk,not allow to make a friends, not allow to join any social networking site,hell even I am not allow to have my own personal phone when my so called future husband want to talk to me my assistant gave phone to me,yes I have an two assistant his name is Ferry and her boyfriend Jai and both of them are my future husband informer ,if I say he is damn possessive it is understatement because he is ,I am not allow to go anywhere without his permission, some time I fell l

The engine of the SUV ticked as it cooled, the only sound in the vast, empty silence of the northern ridge. Ophelia stood at the edge of the dirt track, her breath hitching in the thin, cold air. Below her, the North Mine looked like a jagged wound in the side of the mountain. It wasn’t the gleaming, high-tech facility of the Blue Core... it was a skeletal ruin of rusted iron and rotting timber, long abandoned by everyone except the shadows.

I inhaled deeply, opened it, and there it was: “As per our agreement, you’ll move into Theo’s mansion tomorrow morning. A driver will pick you up. The staff has already been informed.” I read it twice. Three times. And then, like lightning straight to my skull… “FUCK YOU, CLAUDIA!” My scream echoed beautifully through the house. Even the windowpanes rattled. “¡SANTO DIOS! Dianna Bahr, what language is that?! Have you lost your mind or do you just want your mother to die of a heart attack?! I am cutting peppers down here!” Mama’s voice shot up from the kitchen, quick as a whip.

That old man said from another couch. The speaker: 500, 000. A red-haired woman; 700, 000. The speaker: 700, 000 going. The old man: 2 million. Everyone gasped. The speaker: 2 million, any other bidder? Hall silent. The speaker: 2 million it is then. (A loud applause went over the hall.) "That's great," Madeline said. She doesn't stop talking until I release a bullet on her fucking skull. The speaker: The second Jewelry.

I’ve made a new friend, and I really like Hailee. I try to keep myself busy for the rest of the day while frequently checking my phone for calls or messages from Cassian. I don’t receive anything. I check social media, but he isn’t active, or he wasn’t under his name. I settle for Googling him, but there’s little to find—just basic information. I’m not surprised; families like the Covington’s usually control what information is available online, and my own family is similar—only details my father deems acceptable are public.

The descent into the valley felt like walking into the throat of a dying god. The air here was thin and tasted of copper, and the aurora borealis overhead had stopped dancing; it hung like jagged, frozen shards of obsidian and violet glass. At the center of the valley lay the Mirror Well. It wasn't a well made of stone, but a massive, circular depression in the earth where the ground had turned to liquid mercury. It reflected the black-ringed moon with a clarity that was terrifying—because the reflection wasn't of our world. In the silver liquid, I could see a version of the valley that was dead, frozen, and ruled by a sky of endless stars.

He pushed open the dirty glass door and entered. The hallway smelled moldy and the carpet looked it. Nick held his breath as he glanced at the staircase. He went up, dodged the broken step, and paused at the top of the landing. It was darker on this level with no natural light. There were no windows in the corridor. The first door belonged to a lawyer's office, the second to a medical clinic and the third was Richmond P.I. Nick knocked on the grimy opaque glass door. No answer. He knocked louder. Still no answer.

"Shane, I'm here for a mission. I hope you can cooperate." When he heard my voice, Shane bounced to his feet in excitement. "Janine, you’ve finally figured it out! You’re coming back with me, right? "I knew it, you wouldn’t abandon me!" He looked in my direction with glee. "I'm here to kill you." My cold tone seemed to send a chill down his spine. "W-What did you say?" The System announced, "You have failed in completing your mission. The punishment shall be carried out by Janine Grover."